Not-Quite-Sleep Study

Just as a follow on to yesterday’s post (see Heal Thyself), I thought I’d give an idea to anyone who’s never been through a sleep study what it’s like.  (I’ll have a real post later today, related actually to life with the Monster.)

I will admit, to start, that I didn’t look forward to doing this at all.  I realize, of course, that finding out whether or not I have sleep apnea is very important (and potentially life-saving), but… it’s a matter of both not enjoying the idea of having someone watching me sleep and not wanting to be uncomfortable both during the study and with the resulting treatment if it turns out to be the case. Continue reading

Heal Thyself

With a child who is on the Spectrum, I spend a lot of time worrying about his health and developmental needs.  Between juggling his therapy appointments, gymnastics in lieu of physical therapy that the city will no longer grant, and getting him to and from school, there’s a lot of things on that list.

The one thing that doesn’t appear on that list – and probably should, for obvious reasons – is my own health needs. Continue reading

A Different Tactic

I wrote last week about the fact that the Monster’s diet is getting more and more restrictive of late (see Dwindling Options).  On Saturday, I took him to the doctor for his annual checkup.

(Fortunately, he didn’t have to get any shots, was generally cooperative and only resisted when the nurse wanted him to do a hearing test… but we’re not worried really about his hearing, so.) Continue reading

On the Road – Six Flags America

My company, or at least my local division of it, has a couple of major recreational activities each year.  We have a Halloween party to end all, where the kids are invited to come trick-or-treat around our office, and the employees have a major decorating contest with massive prizes.  We have a formal holiday party that’s just to die for, and gets better every year.  And we have the company summer picnic.

For the last several years, the picnic’s been at a local club where we could have a cookout, eat hard-shell crabs and go swimming.  This year, as a change, the company picnic was at Six Flags America, down by Washington, DC. Continue reading